Thursday, December 27, 2007

Things that Women Care About. . . (although I think that men might have some interest too!)


So, I've been asked about wedding details and I am happy to oblige . . .


One of the first decisions I made was to wear my mother's wedding dress. I've always loved it and growing up I thought my mother looked like the perfect princess bride. However, the dress needs to be altered to fit my larger waist proportions (my mother loved that!), and I decided to remove some bows and add some beading, but other than that it will be the same. It's a bit retro and quite pouffy, but I love it! I still have to find a veil that will go with it. . .

The theme of the wedding is going to be pansies, my favorite flower. (My decision, not Ryan's! :-)

There will be no attendants for either of us, but all the nieces (7 of them!) will serve as bridesmaids/flower girls.

Caterer: Posh Nosh http://www.poshnoshcafe.com/

Photographers: Elyse Hall http://www.elysehall.com/
and Sara Baldwin http://www.sarajanephoto.com/

Flowers and bouquets: A Wedding Occasion http://idoaz.com/

Now I just need some input on what music to play and how I should do my hair. . .

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The Proposal

I love to tell the story of how Ryan proposed. . .

The weekend before proposing, Ryan had been working out with a trainer and he had pulled his calf-muscles and strained them very badly. By Sunday night, he could hardly walk. I must admit that I rather unsympathetically called him "gimpy." But on Tuesday, October 23, 2007, I decided to bring over some dinner to my injured boyfriend who had been laid up on the couch all day--or so I thought! Ryan had actually gone to pick up the ring, ask my father for permission to marry me, and bought red roses to boot! All this he did, while still being in pain and walking with a slow limp! I give him major credit for being able to surprise me and take me completely off-guard.

When I brought him dinner that night, he started to get up to get something, and trying to be solicitous, I made him sit back down and I told him I would get whatever it was that he needed. This suggestion seemed to take him aback, and while I looked expectantly at him he said, "Uh, it's in the fridge." I'm sure I looked at him strangely and asked, "Well, what do you want?" Again, this seemed to throw him and he said, "It's red." At this point, I was a little frustrated and I just shook my head and strode over to the fridge and when I opened the door there was this beautiful bouquet of red roses. In the meantime, Ryan hobbles over and comes up and gives me a hug and then he carefully and painfully kneels down on one knee. . . Now, I must be honest and admit that at this point--the most romantic moment of my life!--I was laughing because I could tell that Ryan was hurting so much trying to kneel down! So yes, Ryan can now tell people that I laughed in his face when he proposed to me. But I believe that I was laughing from the sheer joy and happiness that I felt when he asked me to marry him . . .